PotD – “Jesus” Saves
February 27th, 2009 ryan


Of the probable dozen trips to the Field Museum perhaps two have been on weekdays, which means that usually these bones are swarmed with touchy grabby humanoids.
Catching up with the treasure trove of shots I’ve taken in the last couple of weeks, impact imminent.
Impromptu sojourn through 82 degree weather (WTF OCT-O-BER) and sunshine in search of the kitchy Halloween decorations we all know and love..
FailSauce.
Have some street art (tender lumplings?) instead. And paw prints.
Guess the thought of fetid, sweating gourds is not as appealing as crisp jack-o-lantern placement once the weather turns.

Have a bunch of shots and potential write-up for the Wired NextFest going on in Chicago’s Millennium Park.
Definitely worth a visit if you’re in the area, weird vibe though. All the event staff are just that, staff there to pitch a shpeal off a cue card. I don’t expect the developers to hang around and do a little dance for me but this thing is clearly a spectacle for the average joe. Or nerd that wants to oggle things that have been linked up over the past year.
Rest of the shots will be up once I get the bandwidth.
This will be the 60th entry tagged with Chicago and it might be the last for a while.
Next month will mark 2 years since the move from SoCal, a year of which has been selectively synthesized for your viewing pleasure here. The city itself is a sprawling landscape for potential, just not the right kind for me right now. I need sand and grit and hot winds, to be electrocuted every once in a while. To get my hands dirty. To be challenged. The last 23 months have found me on an awkward, sterile roller coaster of change with a lap bar that did little but chafe. I’m getting off this ride.
Look the fuck out out, here I go.
The above picture is just prior to my last day at the botched experiment of an office job, the one below directly after.

I’ll miss those towering giants, but not for long.


I couldn’t even tell you that last time I took a photo that didn’t need to be cropped, contrasted to hell, or worse.
Digital has made me lazy.

Here’s a bit of lush and sleek vs gray and chipped as I continue my series of commuting moments through the bowels of downtown Chicago.

Tiny smooth lawn is both tiny and smooth. While the stench of exhaust prevails there are numerous locations where I’m sure thousands of dollars are spread as fertilizer for little displays such as this, and that green provides a pleasant contrast as it soaks up both the gaze from the sun and those that pass it by.

This is where I used to pick up the Brown line. Another oddity awash in the concrete sea. Better frame of reference from the street view. It’s like a Victorian housing facade that rattles with the passing of every train.